When I walk away from You
Everything falls apart
When I walk away from You
I lose another piece of my fragile heart
When I walk away from You
Sin is crouching at my door
When I walk away from You
I’m broken down to the core
When I run to You
I know I’m not alone
When I run to You
I feel You down in my bones
When I run to You
The enemy stops dead in his tracks
When I run to You
We make such an impact
Tick…
Tock…
Can you hear it?
That deafening sound that’s causing you to lose sleep
That constant, rapid beating
That rhythmic pulse
That’s me
That’s my heart
It’s beating for you
It’s ticking away the seconds until I see you again
It’s counting up all the endless times you’ve made me smile
And laugh
It’s telling you where you belong
Here…
With me…
In my heart…
where you’ll always have a place
-boofacedanibear
The echoing in her head
The nightmare she can’t awake from
[you make me want to go outside in the alley and shoot myself right in front of you so you can see what you do to me]
So beat her like you always do
Same old night with just a different tune
Bruise her eye and break her ribs
It’s to be expected anyway
C’mon now
Don’t disappoint her
Lay that hand across her face
At least then she feels like somebody
At least then she knows she’s not invisible
I want to be an airplane
So I can fly the skies
Constantly watching over you
I’ll be your angel in disguise
I want to be the moon
So I can shine through to you
Watching you sleep
And dreaming of a world where we’d always be together
A world where love rules over hate
I want to be a clock
I’d stop and restart time all over again
Ticking away the minutes until we’d be together
Whatever keeps me here with you
We’d be stuck in this moment forever
I swear it’d be perfect
-ferriswheelboy
I know you can hear it…
But are you listening?
The melody is catchy but those words…
Those words speak of things she won’t say
Things she can’t say
Read between the lines
(Isn’t that what they say?)
Can’t you hear her heart?
It’s in those words
Are you listening?
Pain never sounded so sweet
She’s fragile but she won’t let this break her
She’s given too much for this to end
Who ripped her heart out and left her there to bleed?
Poor girl… she does bleed so pretty though, doesn’t she…
It’s a wonder how she’s still so strong
It’s a wonder how she’s not broken
She’ll be okay
Did you listen to that?
She’ll be just fine
She always is
She doesn’t play the damsel in distress so don’t think you can rescue her
This is what my life has seemed to turn into.
Nothing but brown, cardboard boxes filled with objects that symbolize my life.
A life I can never seem to remove from it's home it has grown to know so well.
Stability is not an option.
No... Stability has never been an option.
Just pick up and leave.
Every time the same as before.
More new memories in a place I don't want to call 'home'.
A place I never will call 'home'.
Home is where the heart is.
Cliche'.... I know.
But my heart isn't locked in a building with those people.
Home is where you feel love and safety.
Those feelings are foreign here.
This place is not my 'home'.
Not any more than the cardboard boxes are my 'home'.
I used to have tons of pet ladybugs. But only two of them meant the most. Sputnick and Stumblebum. We assumed they were boy and girl. But I killed them... On accident of course. I would never take a life... And especially the life of a ladybug. My poor dears suffered death while I suffered from insanity. I was too consumed in the way he looked at me... The way he made me feel. Such a tragedy. Both my temporary insanity, some call it 'love', and they deaths of my ladybugs. Maybe our love died when Sputnick and Stumblebum died. Far fetched? Maybe but it's the only reasonable explanation my heart can come up with. Nothing else makes sense..
This is Sputnick. He's the boy...
